ShadowNessej Posted March 13, 2012 Share Posted March 13, 2012 (edited) The roars off the distant crowd awoke Dacen Grano, who grew a splitting headache as soon as he woke up. The first thing he did was try to recall the last thing he remembered. The Hutts contacted him about his due payment... Threatening to enslave him... The knock on his apartment room on Coruscant... That was it, he was kidnapped by the hutts, but where was he? That was when he heard it, the all-too familiar booming voice of Baron Deathmark, "Listen up! These are the rules of Huttball!" "Oh no." Dacen thought, "Not Huttball, anything but Huttball!" Huttball was one of the most popular sports in the galaxy, which, as Baron Deathmark went on to explain, involved two teams known as the Frogdogs and Rotworms. A ball sat in the middle of the arena and each team must try and get it, and run to the enemy goal to score a point. first to 6 points wins. However, it was a fight to the death and there were always some sort of traps scattered around the arena for the enjoyment of the audience. Judging by the Yellow colors around the room he was in, he guessed he was on the Frog-dog team. Suddenly he remembered what he heard about how competitors that did not leave the safe zone after two minutes of the game starting were executed, and the games always began after Baron Deathmark finished with his usual joke of how Hutts do not have feet, which he began now. Dacen scurried to his feet, feeling his side for his blaster. "Of course." he thought, "I need something to use if they want me to entertain the audience." Dacen drew his blaster, running down the hall he was blinded with the lights of the stadium next to him, the holographic wall keeping the competitors within the safe-zone stood as usual, and other competitors surrounded him. Some brought as slaves, and others, he assumed, there for the thrill of the battle. And then it all began with the all-too well known words. "Lets play Huttball!" Immediately after the words escaped the mouth of Baron Deathmark, his team-mates all rushed by him out of the safety zone. Dacen, off to a slow start, quickly scurries out of the safety zone just in time for the crowd-controlling force field to re-appear behind him. He quickly rushed up the ramp to get a better view of the arena, which upon first glance caught him by surprise he nearly hurled right there on the ramp. Already competitors were slaughtering each other. While most of the team fought near whoever held the ball, some didn't even give it the time of day and picked a person to slaughter. One thing was for certain, the holonet certainly censored most of the gore in these things. As he collected his stomach and prevented his lunch from coming back up, he noticed one of the Rotworm competitors notice him, and began to run towards Dacen. "Oh god, why me?" he muttered to himself as he, before he could even think about his next move, instinctively aimed his blaster and shot a round of fire at the competitor barreling towards him. Despite the mans large structure he was quick on his feet, and dived out of the way of his blasts with ease. As the man got closer he drew a lightsaber, waving it in the air like a mad-man as he rushed towards Dacen. "A sith..." Dacen thought, "Kriffin' hell!" was all that escaped his lips as the competitor swung down towards Dacen's skull. Luckily, Dacen was also fast and side-stepped with ease, avoiding the slice. While this man was strong, and fast, he clearly wasn't too good with a lightsaber, and with his swing left his side wide open. Dacen quickly took aim and, with a single squeeze of his finger, sent a blaster bolt through the side of the man's head. The competitor slumped to the floor, dead in an awkward position. With a sigh of relief Dacen turned to face the rest of the arena and get a look at the status. The score was 0 to 2, and the Rotworms were winning. Dacen became worried. One thing most people don't know about Huttball is that, if you lose, and your score is not pleasing to the spectating audience, you will be taken into a private room and executed. With Dacen this far behind and only having one kill, his only hope was to lead the team to victory. But how? "Kriff! This far behind how could we possibly win?" Suddenly, it hit Dacen. He grinned. Having only watched a few games on the holonet, some Sith had the ability to pull off this stunt, But with no training in the force... "Well, this is about to get very interesting." (More coming soon!) Edited June 1, 2013 by ShadowNessej Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
almostinsane Posted March 14, 2012 Share Posted March 14, 2012 Poor guy... I'd hate to actually play Huttball in real life. I'd probably die. Thanks for writing this. I can't wait to read more. God bless! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ShadowNessej Posted August 21, 2012 Author Share Posted August 21, 2012 (edited) Immediately after the words escaped the mouth of Baron Deathmark, his team-mates all rushed by him out of the safety zone. Dacen, off to a slow start, quickly scurries out of the safety zone just in time for the crowd-controlling force field to re-appear behind him. He quickly rushed up the ramp to get a better view of the arena, which upon first glance caught him by surprise he nearly hurled right there on the ramp. Already competitors were slaughtering each other. While most of the team fought near whoever held the ball, some didn't even give it the time of day and picked a person to slaughter. One thing was for certain, the holonet certainly censored most of the gore in these things. As he collected his stomach and prevented his lunch from coming back up, he noticed one of the Rotworm competitors notice him, and began to run towards Dacen. "Oh god, why me?" was the only thing that escaped his lips as he, before he could even think about his next move, instinctively aimed his blaster and shot a round of fire at the competitor barreling towards him. Despite the mans large structure he was quick on his feet, and dived out of the way of his blasts with ease. As the man got closer he drew a lightsaber, waving it in the air like a mad-man as he rushed towards Dacen. "A sith..." Dacen thought, "Kriffin' hell!" escaped his lips as the competitor swung down towards Dacen's skull. Luckily, Dacen was also fast and side-stepped with ease, avoiding the slice. While this man was strong, and fast, he clearly wasn't too good with a lightsaber, and with his swing left his side wide open. Dacen quickly took aim and, with a single squeeze of his finger, sent a blaster bolt through the mans head. The competitor slumped to the floor, dead in an awkward position. With a sigh of relief Dacen turned to face the rest of the arena and get a look at the status. The score was 0 to 2, and the Rotworms were winning. Dacen got worried. One thing most people don't know about Huttball is that, if you lose, and your score is not pleasing to the spectating audience, you will be taken into a private room and executed. With Dacen this far behind and only having one kill, his only hope was to lead the team to victory. But how? "Kriff! This far behind how could we possibly win?" Suddenly, it hit Dacen. He grinned. Having only watched a few games on the holonet, some Sith had the ability to pull off this stunt, But with no training in the force... "Well, this is about to get very interesting." (More coming soon!) Edited March 12, 2013 by ShadowNessej Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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